Monday, March 28, 2011

we here in the madhouse do whats known as co-sleep. that is we have a family bed for those that wish to sleep in it. Surprisingly it actually provides a lot of entertainment at random times of the day and night.

heres an example of things said during the wee hours over the last few days.

Im sorry i know my elbow isnt all that comfortable but theres not alot i can do about that.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Things in the Madhouse are pretty busy atm. Mr Madhouse is going overseas on a quick 10 day holiday in the upcoming weeks.

Jnr and Little Miss are sick i think Little miss has Parvo (slapcheek, 5th disease) and i have the final installment of treatment coming up so craziness rules.

We now have 2 new babies in our clan one born yesterday and one the day before. A little boy and a little girl so much love is going out to their parents.

Im looking forward to my holiday overseas in a few months for lots of cuddles.

I turned down a job in the ambulance field because it doesnt have the hours im after and is too hard to make it as flexible as i need but ive been offered another job that i am thinking about taking.

Jnr Madhouse is rocking on with his home learning and is building so much on his recongision of letters and numbers. It all seems to be coming to him really easily and hes so eager so while hes keen we are into it.

I have more to tell you but we have dinner guests arriving in a few hours so better get ready...

Little miss helping me change the oil in my car, we had some friends arrive that seemed surprised that 1) i knew how to do it and 2) Mr Madhouse was happy drinking beer shooting the breeze with them while i did it.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

When i was a few years into my career as a Paramedic i had this one call, it was a lady in a nursing home who you couldnt help but love.

Sometimes when shit gets tough i find myself thinking of her and her unshakable spirit.

It was a stinking hot day and i was working with W, we had pulled up at a rest home to a fall incident.

before i had even walked in her room she cursed at me and yell that i wasnt taken her anywhere, she wasnt going to no damn hospital.

She laughed and looked at me, i greeted her with a smile and said well lets just get a look at ya aye.

She was a tough old duck but so lovely, her spirit was strong and through all she had been through she smiled and laughed, her laugh was infectious one you couldnt help but laugh along with.

When she laughed though she let out a whimper... her hip hurt.

Elderly ladies quite often break their hips in falls, the other is a femur but i suspected a hip.

i did a assessment and my fears were correct, her hip was purple and swollen.

I thought it best that we give her some pain relief before we moved her onto the chair and get her out of that maze they called a nursing home.

I told her i'd put a line in while W went for the chair.

"miss and i'll take the needle out myself and poke you in the eye"

Huh no pressure then

I got the line in first try which i was grateful for cause i kinda have a feeling she was serious.

We got morphine onboard and her into the chair.

On the way to the hospital i sat in the back carrying out my checks and chatting with her.

L was an amazing woman i could have chatted with her all day, she was a refugee from the second world war and at the tender age of 9 witnessed her whole family being slain while she hid in a ditch. She use to hide in the trenches of dead bodies when she heard anyone getting close and scavenge for food out of bins and where ever she could. She mostly lived in the woods doing her best to avoid the Germans.

She sat there in the back sharing with me history sharing tales of her children and grandchildren and things she had done over the years.

Her spirit was amazing, her laugh infectious, she had a sharp tounge that made her a pain in the ass but at the same time a pleasure she was a proud woman and we became friends.

I later worked in the nursing home she was living in because she never did regain her ability to walk, i would sit with her and listen to her stories on my lunch break, i became friends with her family and yesterday i received an email from her son telling me she had passed away.

I wish her peace now and only hope that one day i will be just as fiery as she was.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

so Jnr madhouse has a thing about his nose, everything and anything gets put up there.

I still remember the first time i found this out, i was changing his nappy and saw something up there. I squeezed his nostril only to be greeted by not one but two peas slimy and slightly mushed coming out.

Lately though its been his finger and although we have tonnes of tissues within easy reach of him he still insists on shoving his finger up there.

I insisted today he blow his nose on a tissue instead of picking the booger out with his finger.

After much debate he agreed to blow in said tissue, the downside of this is he also insists on inspecting whatever comes out.

He blew, i carefully opened tissue and showed him while asking "is that what it was bud?"